ARCHDEUS

HANDKERCHIEF(6)

A group of robed people gathered in a dark room. They look like witches in general. However, there are some people who do not meet this criteria. These people were only a few and instead of wearing stuffy magician robes, they wore more casual clothes or wore armor that indicated that there were warriors in this group.

An old man in black robes, one of his front teeth was yellow, and his white left eye showed blindness. The man had a pale complexion with a few strands of white hair remaining on his head.

The old man looked very angry and shouted at everyone in the room.

"How do you guys keep this place?! Why would a child run away!"

The old man couldn't be any more angry. He lost the valuable results of his experiments.

"Not beta or gamma, we're missing an alpha! You know, alpha! Do you want to kill me?!"

The results of his experiments had several groups based on his success rate with alpha were results that were considered perfect and zetas that were considered as the results of failed experiments.

This old man gritted his teeth. In this laboratory there is only one alpha that managed to live. The alpha has the codename A-25 which means the no-25 specimen out of 100 is potentially as alpha.

"Damn it!"

The old man was emitting a wave of mana. It made everyone in this room instantly shiver in fear. Even those who looked like warriors lost their composure.

The higher-ups knew that this old man was not only an alchemist lodged within the doank lab but he had the class as a wizard capable of using magic up to level 5.

If the old man was truly wrathful, then there was no one here who could stop him.

"Master! We managed to find him! He's in there!"

Another old man wearing a blood red robe shouted to the old man earlier. The red-robed old man had tattoos all over his body. Instead of being ornamental, these tattoos are seen as part of a supernatural belief.

The old man ran over to where the black-robed old man was. He carried a white crystal ball and placed it on the table.

The black-robed old man asked with great enthusiasm.

"Where?! What happened to her?!"

"Master, here we go. He was currently in a house that seemed to be owned by nobles. Maybe these people saved him."

The red-robed old man pointed towards the crystal ball that displayed a visual image of a black-haired child accompanied by a luxurious dressed girl. Unfortunately, the visual image is so tangled that it is difficult to know clearly. But this old man was very sure.

The red-robed old man was the only oracle in this group. He had used some strands of hair and blood from the A-25 to look for the existence of blurred experimental results. He is arguably lucky that the existence of the A-25 is still below his detection area besides that where the A-25 is located currently does not have a magic protector.

"Who is the noble in this place? Ah .. isn't that count Fertiphile?" said the black-robed old man.

"Yes, Sir. The House of Fertiphile is a family of orthodox swordmasters. In its history, they had never given birth to generations of magicians or mana users so that was why their residence had absolutely no barrier blocking observation magic and the like. We are very lucky" replied the red-robed old man.

The black-robed old man agreed with that statement. If the A-25 were saved by nobles with witch backgrounds, it was likely that their residence would have a barrier blocking all observation magic. If that happens, then the chance to find the A-25 is certainly not possible.

But the problem now is how to take the A-25 in the residence of a swordmaster? It was certain that it was extremely difficult especially if it was a swordmaster in the class of Fertiphile people.

"Simon!"

The old man shouted.

"Yes, Sir!"

A man with blond hair, mustache, and beard appeared amidst the crowd. He wore armor and a sword that was always ready at his side. The man called Simon was the head of the lab guard and the strongest swordman here.

"Good, Sir!"

After Simon gave his greetings, he hurried away from the meeting room and immediately called all his best subordinates.

***

The House of Fertiphile is very beautiful. Many types of flowers and blooms are treated here. They all grew up healthy and beautiful. Although the Fertiphile Family is a warrior family, it does not mean they do not have a taste for something beautiful.

Alpha stands quietly near a fruitful apple tree. Five days passed after he woke up. During that time, he got all the things he never achieved. It is hard to believe that he now feels like he has a new life.

"Sister Al, can you really take it?"

The beautiful girl who was a year younger than him asked worriedly. This girl's name is Merry. He often accompanied her to play or eat together.

Alpha thinks Merry is a very kind and caring girl. But sometimes he often does things that are embarrassing and full of funny.

"Yes, of course the Princess. Don't worry."

Alpha gives a smile to Merry. He hugged an apple tree and climbed it.

Merry who was at the bottom continued to stare at the figure climbing the tree. He had thought that Alpha had some resemblance to his father especially his hair color. But of course Alpha cannot be equated with his father.

Alpha was already on the branch, he slowly continued to move then extended his hand to grab a large red apple.

Alpha picks one apple, then plucks another apple. Unfortunately he did not carry the basket so he could only bring a maximum of two apples when down. He gave the largest and most mature apple to Merry.

"Thank you, Brother."

Merry picked up the bright red apple happily. The boy's sweet smile took Alpha by surprise.

"No problem, Princess."

This is not the first time he has received a thank you. Although Alpha was not the first person to interact with the public, he had at least had a few friends who were experimental specimens like himself. They were comrades in arms but unfortunately everyone except him had died in the experiment.

Alpha eats the apple in his hand. A sweet taste instantly filled his mouth. This juicy red apple is very fresh and he loves it very much.

Alpha was very grateful to Merry who was the one who saved him. Although he does not remember it, based on the story of Alex, he realizes that this sister is a gentle heart and full of affection.

Alpha is actually jealous of Merry. Their ages were only a year apart but the life they experienced was very different. In Alpha, he desperately wants to get a warm feeling from something called family. He doesn't remember his father or mother, it's all because of the drugs given by the witches that caused Alpha to lose his memory.

Indeed using children as experimental objects is much better than using adults. That was because the children did not have the strength to fight plus they were still at the golden age making it easy for them to brainwash the experimental objects.

An Alpha who only remembers the dark times of being a guinea pig can only be sad. At least he could still survive and stay alive until now. But after this what should he do? He has no family and no direction or purpose. If these people end up driving him away, he doesn't know where to go.

"Sister Al?"

Merry's voice returned to Alpha. He had been lost in his mind for too long.

"Sister Al, would you like to accompany me to play?"

Alpha gives a smile to Merry. No need to worry about tomorrow, just enjoy today well.

"Sure Lord Princess."